Mythos Of Narcissus: Reborn As An NPC In A Horror VRMMO

The moment I let go of conventional movement, clarity seeped into me like water filling an empty vessel.

At first, I attempted to enter the state through brute force and reimagination of the concept that was introduced to me by Kuzunoha.

But the moment that I began knocking on the door, someone, or something, replied from the other side, and began guiding me to the thing that I wanted to achieve.

Floating Through Life wasn't just about rising above the ground, into a different place, into a different space—it was about detaching from the constraints that tethered existence to a singular state.

It was about taking control of yourself, unconstrained by the factors that make the world around oneself.

"I guess not having as much stress as usual also elevated the success of this attempt."

The voices of those screaming Daffodils had been not ever clearer as if they were in some sort of a vacation or something. There were still some of them whispering negative things about the decision I made.

"Okay, this is much more overwhelming than usual." I couldn't help but grin like a child as I ascended upward as I wanted. "But also liberating."

For a brief instant, my body felt as if it no longer belonged to me, as if I had become a thought, a suggestion of presence rather than a fixed reality.

And following it, my senses sharpened, stretching far beyond what I had ever experienced before.

The Landship, the Theotech Site, even the faintest disturbances in the bastion's perimeter—everything became a series of interconnected threads, each vibrating with the slightest touch of influence.

But there was something else.

Something higher.

Kuzunoha had warned me before. If I drifted too far, if I let go without an anchor, I risked being flung into nothingness—or worse, into a time or place I was never meant to exist in.

And then, there was the greater rule of Carcosa itself. Even minor violations of its fundamental laws could lead to exile.

That wasn't something I intended to test.

So I pulled back, restricting my divine output. Slowly, deliberately, I brought myself into alignment with the passage of Carcosa's time.

The sense of weightlessness didn't vanish, but it became controlled, as if I had chosen to be part of the present rather than slipping between the cracks of reality.

A simple float.

The same effortless, passive levitation Kuzunoha often indulged in.

"Ah…"

Yet, as I settled into this state, my awareness expanded even further—tenfold, at least.

Things I had never seen before came into view, like ink stains bleeding into the edge of perception.

High above, a massive cloud in the shape of a solemn-faced giant drifted across the sky.

Its sheer scale was incomprehensible—larger than continents, stretching across the heavens like an angry storm frozen in time. It loomed with a presence that was neither active nor passive, merely existing, watching, judging, and contemplating on whether it should interfere with all of these lowlives that angered it.

"That is scary."

Between the folds of space, spectral beings flickered in and out of sight, their ghostly forms shifting like echoes lost in a windless void. Were they spirits? Souls? Something else entirely?

"That is spooky."

In the distance, a massive fish-like creature with three gaping maws glided effortlessly through both space and subspace, swimming through the sky as if it were nothing but deep water.

"That is fishy."

Somewhere beneath me, a siren-like entity drifted lazily through the air, her form fluid and undefined, her eyes void-black as she sang a melody that felt ancient and unbothered. The song had no clear rhythm, no structure—just an otherworldly tune, stretching into infinity.

"That is funky."

And then there were the weird yet adorable-looking two-dimensional entities.

They moved through three-dimensional space as if they had always belonged there, their forms flickering between comprehensible shapes and impossible angles. As I observed them, my mind struggled to define their existence, like trying to grasp a concept that refused to settle into a singular meaning.

None of them paid me any attention.

I was simply another presence among them, neither predator nor prey, neither a threat nor an interest.

"That is 2D."

I exhaled, watching this unseen layer of reality unfold before me.

So this is what Kuzunoha sees whenever she float by using the Floating Through Life privilege.

Does she keep this awareness active at all times? Or does she filter it out, ignoring the things that don't matter?

As of now, Kuzunoha was definitely aware that I had already reached the Floating Through Life state from afar. She was grinning quite a lot at my direction, as if she knew that I would definitely saw her with my senses and perceptive extension increased by a lot of folds.

Of course, there were other ways to achieve levitation without using Floating Through Life. I had done so before, utilizing brute-force miracle applications—constructing wind currents, altering gravitational pulls, manipulating external forces to keep myself aloft, all using the demigod-ability to produce divine miracles.

But that method was inefficient, especially when I was still at the height of a demigod, despite the diagonal upgrade.

It was like building a bridge every time I wanted to cross a river, instead of simply walking across one that already existed.

Floating Through Life was the bridge, the natural state of those who had reached a certain existential height.

And now that I had accessed it, it was time to see how far I could go.

I moved.

There was no push, no force, no need to exert willpower against the world itself.

I simply existed where I wanted to be.

Soaring across the sky, I weaved between the unseen entities, watching as they drifted along their own unknowable paths.

"Oho?"

As I flew, my eyes caught movement near the perimeters of the Landship.

A figure.

Unlike many of the spectral entities, this one had a clear and most comprehensible form—a centaur-like being with the lower half of a tiger and the humanoid upper half of a woman.

Her skin was adorned with markings that resembled etched runes, her horns curling like a bull's, her black sclera and green pupils watching the world with a serene, knowing gaze.

Strapped to her back was a massive lute-shaped greatsword, its body adorned with golden strings and intricate carvings.

A seemingly adventurous bard, wandering between unseen peripheries.

She saw me.

She smiled.

With a fluid movement, she plucked a note from the strings of her weapon. The sound rippled through reality itself, vibrating in a way that didn't just touch the ears but the very fabric of awareness.

It was a greeting.

I descended, coming to a weightless halt before her.

"You're an interesting one," she mused, her voice layered with something older than words, yet playful like a song just beginning.

I tilted my head. "Am I?"

She nodded. "A newborn demigod, stepping into a privilege few ever reach." She set one hand on her hip, the other tapping at the strings of her instrument. "That deserves some applause."

I raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

"Because divine beings are culled when they are young."

I paused.

She chuckled. "Oh, you didn't know? Right, you're still young."

She gestured vaguely toward the sky full of cosmic horror. "There are many out there who hunger for existential privilege. They seek out those like you—the freshly ascended, the inexperienced—to claim that privilege for themselves."

I frowned. Was this something Kuzunoha had kept from me?

Had she been protecting me this whole time while I blindly navigated my own divine existence?

The bard centaur watched my expression shift, her amusement softening into something more thoughtful.

"But you've made it this far, so you must be doing something right."

I studied her carefully. "Are you one of them?"

She shook her head. "No. I'm not divine. Just something… different. A living being, but not mortal in the way you define it."

"You have your own people, then?"

"In a way. We have our own culture, our own desires, our own faults. We are not so different from you humans, you know~"

I folded my arms, intrigued. "So would you consider yourself part of humanity?"

She smiled, the corners of her sharp teeth showing. "In some ways, yes."

It was an interesting encounter, and she seemed to have fun with it too as I lightly peered into her emotion, but not deep enough to see through her history.

Kuzunoha had already warned me that those of a higher existence could notice if they were being peered upon, so I don't want to make my new conversational partner uncomfortable with such a rude and baseles behaviour.

As time passed, conversation drifted, weaving between topics of existence, travel, and the unknown things that lay beyond.

At one point, her gaze flicked toward the Landship.

"That massive vessel… it is yours, isn't it?"

I nodded. "It is."

"Interesting. I can hear it. It hums with latent psychic power… filled with sources of miracles and intent."

I considered her words before offering, "If you're interested, you could join us."

Her ears flicked, amused. "Tempting. You're planning to travel far, aren't you?"

I smiled. "That's the plan."
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"I like that." She exhaled through her nose, thoughtful. "I have unfinished business elsewhere, however.. But once it is done, I will consider your offer."

I nodded. "I'll look forward to it."

We continued talking, lingering in that space between two realities.

And then, something shifted.

A dark red portal opened in the sky.

I could see it, but I knew that it was something only those with heightened existential awareness could perceive.

My gaze sharpened.

Something was watching.